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Adik used to visit the golden temple of India and brings Karah Prasad for Navan. He said he had many friends in India, and thus he grew inclination towards the peace and dharma of Indian culture.

Run Navan, Run!!!

Location: Pavia, Italy

Time: 10:25 am

Head starting from his position, Navan jumped and started running. Felt like hes flying, his body is defying the momentum, the gravity was completely ethereal. Slithering and dodging the street and obstacles, Navan understood how his limbs seamlessly intensifying his stamina and respiration. 10 times faster his motions were, Navan’s objective was to subdue Dylan. Dashing towards the hotel, he saw the pedestrians were panicking and agitated as continuous gunshots were heard from inside the hotel. Sam came out of that public toilet and he shuddered “What now, sir?”

“Im not taking the front door. Lemme see if I could access to the second floor somehow. Keep me posted once you are online”. Navan went to the back of the hotel and grabbed a ledge, stepped on the ridges. He didn’t debilitate a bit, his limbs were perfectly balancing his physicals. Sneaking into the inside alley from a window, he saw guests and butlers were scared, panting and running here and there.

“What happened here?” Navan asked a butler shivering in shock.

“Mon Dieu, Mon dieu! he shot one of us and locked himself in his room…that one monsieur…” he was pale. “Appeler laPolizia, maintenant! Polizia! Feu,meutre,voleurs!” he pointed the suite. He cowered himself at one corner.

In no time Navan dashed and broke the room. The room was filthy with piles of old boxes and beer bottles. The window was left open. His eyes located the EMP at the corner of the room. Without hesitating he jumped out from the window and landed on his feet on ground, without flinching.

“Now, how could I?” Navan questioned himself. At the other end of the road a pedestrian was continuously yelling and was fussy about something. He ran towards him as he assumed somethings fishy.

“Son of a bitch stole my bike, headed that way! Mother****er there he is!!!” the teenager squealed.

Navan sprinted like a galloping horse. Overtaking the vehicles, sliding under them, jumped and sprang the hurdles. He kept his eyes on the bike far away. He realised he must keep in par with the speed or else Dylan will fade away. There is a construction work going on ahead and the bike did a cartwheel stunt and evading them, took the road left to it. Navans instinctive action allowed him to climb up a scaffolding, attached his belt hook to a wire and ziplined diagonally. Landing on his feet he was about to touch Dylan on bike.

“YEE HEE HEE!!! Catch me if you can punk! Eat this!” Dylan pulled out his SMG and started shooting aimlessly backwards with one hand on bike handle.

What took place could only be done by professional athletes. Navan flipped, vaulted, and dodged the bullets holding his speed against. He realised that his consciousness is not into action, he has been controlled by his bionic limbs. His action reached to maximum effort and is manipulating his efforts. Within seconds, he kicked Dylan from his bike, drifted and screeched with balance, he stopped. The bikes engine was still whirring, crashed at a distance. Dylans arms twisted striking on the kerb of the bridge. He was unable to move, spitting blood and trying to get up. Navan approached towards him.

“So Mr. Dylan, care to tell me about the conspiracies?” Navan jerked him, holding his collar.

“How about I tell you in Hell, Sucker?” Dyalns eyes glowed fiery red and got brighter. Showing his bloodshed teeth, he chuckled “Only a warrior chooses pacifism!”

Wasting no time, Navan picked him up and kicked off from the bridge. “GET OUT OF THE CAR AND MOVE OUT! ITS ABOUT TO BLOW!” he cried at car drivers and passengers. In a couple of seconds, the water beneath the bridge undulated and whirled up, a wave swooshes and hits the bridge.Luckily it survived with some chasms and cracks, left some debris and damaged railings.

Who is this?

Location: Pavia, Italy

Time: 10:56 am

“CLINK, CLINK!” Navan found a phone flung at a distance, ringing. Might be Dylans. Navan walked and picked up the phone.

“It’s a fools endeavour to intervene in my objective, Mr.Navan.” a glitched voice mused from the other side. “The world is already dying with inequalities, discrimination and politics isn’t it? Amidst them you found my objective diabolical?”

“Who, is this?”

“It’s the Nemesis, Mr. Navan. Of yours, of everyone committed sin.”

The assumption of COD was correct. Someone is continuing the operation in the absence of Viper. But no names came out ever since.

“Listen whoever the hell you are, you infidel, you won’t survive doing this!”

“What if I say I’m Viper, reincarnated from the ashes?” the voice chortled.

Navan was confounded for a moment. He himself punched bullets in Vipers head that day, It could not be him. Its implausible. “This is madness. I killed you that day, and I’ll kill you again, if it’s really you!!!”

“You are so dumb, Mr Navan. The body dies, soul does not. The soul reincarnates in another body. People dies, legend doesn’t. I’m everywhere Mr,Navan. Im the Alpha and the Omega. A warrior, a Knight. One day every people in the world will have to pay the price for their misdeeds, for their egoistic, self-centred, felonious acts. My endeavours will be nothing, but still the Nemesis will slit their throat, smother in poison they will, AND YOU, the harbingers of law, will just observe and CAN DO NOTHING! Satan cannot be transformed into Lucifer anymore, but a purgatory will prevail ON EARTH!” the phone disconnected.

Navan was clueless. Surely it was someone else paving the path of Viper, but who is he? Someone from that battlefield? Some mastermind reinstated the position of Viper?

“Sir! Sir!” Sam got off from a taxi beckoning to him. Avoiding the commotion, he approached.

“ Mr.Navan ohh god! Finally found you! Couldn’t traced you, my phone fried so i followed you then got

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